[text to: 4 leaf clover]:
I wish, but then again if there’s bad weather I just fly in one of my suits. Having trouble getting around?
[text] NYC doesn’t have my mother or any relation of mine that I even remotely like. But a massive tub of Ben and Jerry’s, a packet of Doritos and a bottle of rum will fill the emptiness I feel inside just fine.
[Text]: Ouch, you make it sound so depressing. NYC is the city of life.
[text] Paparazzi actually. Poor guys don’t even get a day off. Is there a back door? [text] If you make the joke I will...
[Text]: Is that you outside my window? I cant see you amongst the mass of fangirls.